Signum spots the shadowy effect, lands, and readies her sword again, thankful that she was already transformed and wearing her armor.
"I think we're about to see the results of this plot," Signum comments, but before she can continue, another, lighter voice calls out from the trees behind her.
"Oh, I see now yer gettin' all worked up!" a playful voice with a far more serious edge to it calls out from behind Signum. She whirls, expecting to spot another enemy, but instead sees nothing but a grinning little girl in a wheelchair.
Thousands of questions explode into Signum's mind, beginning with 'why are you nine again' and 'how did you get out here in a wheelchair', but she can only vocalize the most pressing one: "...Hayate?"
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"I think we're about to see the results of this plot," Signum comments, but before she can continue, another, lighter voice calls out from the trees behind her.
"Oh, I see now yer gettin' all worked up!" a playful voice with a far more serious edge to it calls out from behind Signum. She whirls, expecting to spot another enemy, but instead sees nothing but a grinning little girl in a wheelchair.
Thousands of questions explode into Signum's mind, beginning with 'why are you nine again' and 'how did you get out here in a wheelchair', but she can only vocalize the most pressing one: "...Hayate?"